
“It’s been a while since I’ve slept alone…dio…buonna notte.”
(( It’s late. I have school from 2 pm to 8 pm. so I’ll be home around then. Will probably pop on early to rp a lil before I go but we’ll see. Love to all of you <3))
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“It’s been a while since I’ve slept alone…dio…buonna notte.”
(( It’s late. I have school from 2 pm to 8 pm. so I’ll be home around then. Will probably pop on early to rp a lil before I go but we’ll see. Love to all of you <3))
Jesus… -almost feather lightly cleans off his wound- …You need to start being more careful or I’m dressing you in fucking bubble wrap…
((I’m still sorry… I feel rude for leaving…))
Did that drunk once. Wasn’t too even when I fell down the stairs. *stays stiff so she doesn’t press too hard, silent even if it stings*
(( It’s not rude))
-hums- …You should have got this checked out… -pouts- You’re lucky it’s not long enough to need stitches…
((It feels like it is… I saw that post and I feel really bad now…))
*chuckles* I’ve had worse. I’ve been chopped in half and choked to death with my own intestines by my son before. *Wishes he was joking*
(( it’s alright tho))
Makes a face. “No I’m not…”
“Suck it up.”
“Fine, okay I’m cute….”
“Good girl.”
“I’m not a dog…”

“…didn’t mean it that way.”
Makes a face. “No I’m not…”
“Suck it up.”
“Fine, okay I’m cute….”

“Good girl.”
Jesus… -almost feather lightly cleans off his wound- …You need to start being more careful or I’m dressing you in fucking bubble wrap…
((I’m still sorry… I feel rude for leaving…))
Did that drunk once. Wasn’t too even when I fell down the stairs. *stays stiff so she doesn’t press too hard, silent even if it stings*
(( It’s not rude))
Makes a face. “No I’m not…”

“Suck it up.”
-blushes darker still, before stepping away- …C-can we just have our shower? Please?
*nods* Si. Mi dispiace, feels the water, warm enough, slips out of his boxers and runs his hair under the stream, the dried blood beginning to slide off his skin*
…
-tsks- You don’t need to worry about me, mister… -takes the cloth away from him, thinking he’s being to rough with himself- Jesus, it looks like you were stabbed! The fuck did you land on?
((I’m so sorry for leaving…))
…A scalpel ironically enough *laughs nervously, raising his arms up so she can reach better*
(( don’t be. tis ok))
“I think I will sound silly, but okay. I’m beautiful.”
“That’s not silly. Silly would be you saying you’re not pretty.”
“Oh? And how would that be silly?”
“Cause you’re gorgeous.”
“Okay, stop it. You’re making me blush now.”

“But you’re cute when you blush.”
“I think I will sound silly, but okay. I’m beautiful.”
“That’s not silly. Silly would be you saying you’re not pretty.”
“Oh? And how would that be silly?”

“Cause you’re gorgeous.”
“I think I will sound silly, but okay. I’m beautiful.”

“That’s not silly. Silly would be you saying you’re not pretty.”